Dream Core Novels & Stories

First, I set the candles, create the perfect scenery. Dream walking is the ability to enter and explore the dreams of others, and it is a form of dark magic. In Dream walking, I will enter the conciousness of others, it is usually seen as entering the dreams of others, but now, It is a means to enter someone's conciousness, and have total control over the individual. It is a means that could come in handy, becasue everyone dreams, and as long as they dream, it is easier for me to enter that persons mind, a means of manipulation. It is a means of communication, exploration, and to some, psychological healing.

Her breathing shudders, "...eternal sleep." My heart plummets. Eternal sleep? Like... death but worse? "W-why can't other students see them?" I ask, and she sucks in a sharp breath. "Because they are not the target." A soft hiss echoes around us. My skin prickles with unease, sweat forming on my forehead. "What happens if we—" I swallow hard, "—look at its eyes?" Cora's nails dig into my palm. "Don't," she rasps. "If you look into its eyes, it drags your consciousness straight into the dream realm. A place you can't wake up from. Ever."

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

He just did not know it yet. Instead of cooperating in secret, I might as well put my cards on the table. The light that had just returned to Miles’s eyes dimmed again. “Oh... right. Right.” He lowered his head and mumbled as he took out his phone. “Yeah. I’m this dumb, so of course you’d have to go to Victor in the end.” The corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was muffled, carrying a childish kind of grievance. I was helpless. I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again.

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Raymonds POV; I grunt lightly as I open my eyes. I'm feeling a bit tipsy and my vision is a blur. I shut my eyes back in a bid to comport my system and get better control. This feeling is slightly worst than a hangover. I feel exhausted, fatigued, and sleepy. I inhale deeply before opening my eyes again. This time, my eyes are welcomed by a somewhat dark and misty appearance of a room and it only takes me a few seconds to realize I'm in the middle of this room.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Knowing she is stable, but still under, has my nerves shot. It's nearing two in the morning when my eyes start to shut on their own. I dream of soft blonde curls and bright green eyes. I dream of Anna and I's future. Our house close to Jared and Laynie's, her in the kitchen burning her newest batch of some weird concoction while I scarf it down despite the taste. I dream of everything Anna, so that when I am awakened the next morning by the nurse, it takes me a moment to fully understand what she is saying to me. Anna is in a private room and is asking for me.